Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got niggaz man
Clue, I'm the first line of
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what means
(Yeah)

I know niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma you
And put a hole in chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at kids
So what I remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only

If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I 'em to use
And enemies of friends that like broken and bruised

They ain't crazy, they broke and confused, cross me
And be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook they used a mug shot from my picture
And my junior high school

Paul Cain never appear
Yeah, I might talk to my but never police
You wanna it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
me the money and the cheddar'll speak

If it ain't involvin' bread, I with it
I need D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds
When the from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, CEO's and artists dead

Make slugs a part of his
Vanish pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the life

Live everyday my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed Len Bias on draft night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

When I the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be standin' me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I wasn't to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

But I still pull through the sty, wit
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his
You prolly heard about the I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, the bullets shoot by

So what, you a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm more
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they on a rappa

why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. off in a week
I show you how to blow up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on own

Wit a stash box for a handgun
That holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores and you why
Ya girl's comin' home, wit a sip for

'Cause I just dump the Dutch, mash the guts
You won't how much ass I touch
Who struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, it hangs much pass the nuts

That's why I get followed by wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don off but my money's long enough
To shootin' ya bank until, ya arms fall off

I'm eatin', and I have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that bum is against you
But don't let someone convince you to test the kid
And get hit wit as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, you
No you the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't wanna semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you